There is nothing like gardening in the cold air. While you drunken idiots run for the exits, Senor Tropicana is busy building his position. As we speak, his position is one of pomp and circumstance.
As the fragrances of candied sweet potatoes sweeps the country, so does stupid. This is the time of year when everyone is a rockstar. Nothing goes wrong because it can’t. So why fret over positions?
Answer: because stupid is sweeping the country like dark clouds of locusts, who are only interested in gray matter.
Yes, I bought size in CIEN and THQI. Yes, I am riding with PSUN to the sun, in my car made from dynamite sticks, into earnings. Am I scared?
Answer: No, because I can’t lose.
Do I mean that literally?
Answer: yes I do (see FTK).
See pal, life is all about kicking unsuspecting old guys, who are in wheeled chairs, down sewer pipes or into oncoming traffic. I do not make friends with people; I defeat them. I do not reach out “the hand of kindess,” but bitch slap them.
If you want advice, heed this: stop listening to yourself and start paying attention to people who drive space rockets around at night.
Back to my garden.
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